Friday, October 30, 2015

Picture it....I had taken 7 correctols in the past 24 hours . They did absolutely nothing. Around 2 p.m. I tell my husband,who was working from home "If nothing happens in the next hour ,we better go to the E.R. "

An hour later ,we're on our way to the E.R.
Naturally they are all "what brings you here?" I embarrassedly tell them the deal and "my doctor told me to come " ect..ect..

Hubby sets himself up in the waiting room with his portable office in tow. I look around the packed waiting room and think to myself "I'm sure I am the lowest priority in here. " so I pull out my phone and think I will find some way to entertain myself. My battery is totally dead. I dig the brand new charger cord out of my purse and hand it to hubby to plug it in. He does ,and then I try to get my phone closer to me .Hubby grouchily snarls at me "It won't reach."

Oh boy. This opens the flood gates for me to start bawling.I try to stop but I can't .

All the while the tears are silently rolling down my face. I keep wiping them off but for the life of me ,I can not stop crying.

Dr. Young-un tells me they will do an x-ray to see if I do in fact have a "fecal impaction" . Just the words make me want to shrivel up and die. He goes on to tell me that they have a "wonderful new tool called the dis-impactor, it is sort of like a bottle brush ,which we can squirt water up thru the center.It breaks up the mass. It's unpleasant , but it usually does the job. "

They leave me in the room for a while and I continue trying to stop the tears. They will not stop.

Finally a nurse shows up with a bunch of towels and a portable toilet. (ut oh)
Dr. Young-un returns with the dis-impactor KIT , which is actually 3 different uh...bottle brushes. They put me on my side and proceeded to dis-impact me. (oh the f'n joy)

I don't think I need to describe how horrible and embarrassing this was. Then they left me alone for a while to "cook" lol

After not much happening ,I got dressed and told them ,over the call button that ,
I was ready to go . Then I caught myself and said "Oh , I mean ready to leave."

Now ,the tears have been replaced with a clammy cold sweat ,a feeling that I'm about to faint and a severe case of nausea. Yay, I finally stopped crying.

I went straight to bed as soon as we got home ,my pain pills were not working ,my fever had returned and the above symptoms were still out in full force. I seriously felt like I was dying.
Woke up at 3:oo A.M. ,shivering and in so much pain I could barely even turn myself over.

So ,today I am laying low ,waiting for the rest of the uh...matter to come on down.

Just when you think things couldn't be any worse....Oh YES, YES they can.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

After surgery , I also had a drain in my back. This weird thing was a long tube and a little round box of blood. It actually reminded me of a little boxy purse.

like this ,only with blood :)

I think ,after 3 nights ,one of the P.A's came and removed it and then tightened up a couple stitches which had been holding it in. This was actually pretty painful .

Apparently ,narcotic prescriptions can not be "called in" to the pharmacy .So we had to stop on the way home and drop off an actual "paper" prescription from the doctor . For oxycodone with tylenol and some Robaxin (a muscle relaxer). Hubby brought me home, got me up the stairs and then went back and picked up the actual meds.

For the most part , the first week ,I was ok as long as I didn't move . Changing positions was agonizing. I spent most of the week ,taking meds faithfully every 4 hours and napping. I was getting up to walk (barely) thru the house and using my nice old lady walker. I also had a shower chair in hubbys shower and a (not very) elevated toilet seat. Besides the 'reacher" which turned out to be a lifesaver.

This is the only equipment I had.

Hubbys back had gone out about 3 weeks BEFORE my surgery. Ahhh, what lovely timing. So, Here I am totally helpless and feeling pretty low mentally, and I'm wide awake at 4 a.m. because my meds have worn off and my sleep pattern does not even apply right now. So, it's 4 a.m . and what do I want ? I want some coffee. NOW. I ask my husband for some coffee and he say "wait a little while. "
I'm sorry. This is when I turn into a pity pot baby.

He finally gets up and he can barely even get out of bed himself ,due to the pain in his own back.
Woe is me. lol

Well ,the next day he woke up earlier and I watched him painfully get out of bed to go make coffee. I thought to myself "you are such a horrible bitch.here you are on oxycodone, it's probably easier for YOU to get out of bed than it is for him. Go make your own damn coffee."

Ugh. Well anesthesia ,the meds ,the lack of sleep ,pain ,the surgery itself and the distance between my kids and friends and myself all conspired to make me a pretty sad and weepy patient.
One of my sons was able to drive up and spend the weekend with me .I can not tell you how good this was for my morale . And, he also did a list of work for me which neither hubby nor I could do. His visit basicly made me feel a lot less hopeless . Thank you so much Wes!

You can skip this next part if you care to , it's about "poo"
Well actually ,lack of poo. However ,this IS part of my recovery story so it's relevant.
Ok, my surgery was on the 16th. I had spent the week prior in Florida with my grandson Conrad. So , lets estimate that I probaly had a B.M. 2 or 3 days BEFORE surgery.
ok, AFTER surgery ,in the hospital (for 4 days) they gave me stool softeners, mirolax, ducolax, all kids of "laxes" . Nome of them did any thing at all.
So, once home, I continued to take overdoses of various laxatives. NOTHING. The days continue to pass, still nothing. I finally resort to the big guns ...magnesium citrate (the stuff they give you before a colonoscopy) I drink a whole bottle of it. I get sweaty ,nauseated. Cut out my pain pills. still NOTHING. The next day ,the joy of 2 enemas. still.......NOTHING. Well, it's been 2 entire weeks now and NOTHING. Obviously ,this situation has me feeling like crap. Stomach bloated, nauseated, ect.

I spoke to the doctors office (again) today about this situation and they said if I start vomiting ,get to the E.R.

So , coming up tomorrow.....more desperate attempts in the poo department.

Seven correctols since yesterday afternoon...so far ZIP. If nothing happens in the next few hours I guess I'm off to the E.R. (insert cuss words here)

Other than that , I think everything is going pretty well. The pain is pretty manageable as long as I stay on top of taking meds when they are due. I have actually slept thru the early a.m. meds a couple times and BOY, can I feel the difference. Turning over is the worst. Sometimes my stomach feels like I have jut done about 5,000 crunches.

It's kind of hard to tell because I am still pretty inactive and also medicated,but so far it seems that most of my pre-surgery pain is gone. I have noticed a weird new pain on the outside of my knee ,but that is probably just the nerves still being swollen and such. They did monitor my nerves during the surgery .Oh yeah , another thing I forgot ,a day or two after surgery I noticed these scabs on my head . Apparently they attach some kind of electrodes all over you and also poke you with pins ,during the nerve monitoring process.

I am able to do a little more every day . Today for example , I managed to do a load of laundry with the help of my handy dandy reacher tool. I also fixed the bed ,swept the back patio, washed a few dishes (by hand) I can not bend to use the dishwasher. I also walked 20 laps back and forth ,thru the house. I have not yet walked outside ,due to the "poo " problem and the stairs. I am back to showering in my own bathroom, up the spiral stairs. The main restrictions are what they call BLT's ,No bending, no lifting (over 8 pounds) and no twisting. This is actually more restrictive than one would think. I also have to wear my back brace if I am up for more than a few minutes.

I am still pretty grossed out by most food. I am constantly on the on the verge of nausea. I look absolutely homely as can be .Today is the first day I have worn real pants (because all the sweats and p.j.s were dirty) . My incision is kind of itchy ,but I try not to touch it. At first my entire back seemed swollen as tight as a dog tick. Luckily ,that feeling has lessened quite a bit. My back does feel really hard and lumpy. I'm trying to just ignore all that for now. How do I know what's normal?

The cats have been my constant ...annoying pains in the butt....errrr I mean sweet loving companions.

I go back to the doctors on the 4th. First I will go get some X-rays and then see the doctor. I have no Idea how well ,or not well the bones are healing. I think it takes quite a while for them to know if the bones are fusing. I am pretty hopeful for a good outcome. I don't feel like anything dreadful is going on.

This was during surgery , with a drill and retractors shown on the x ray , those are now gone but the screws plus a couple rods (not pictured) will remain in place. Ouch!

Monday, October 26, 2015

I was scheduled for a lamenectomy and a L4-L5 spinal fusion (possibly a second level fusion ,to be determined during surgery)

A laminectomy is a procedure involving surgical removal of the bony arch of the vertebrae (lamina) which covers the nerve and allows for exploration of the disc and foramina, often used in the treatment of spinal stenosis.

Spinal fusion (such as a TLIF) is a surgical technique to stabilize the spinal vertebra and the disc or shock absorber between the vertebra. Lumbar fusion surgery is designed to create solid bone between the adjoining vertebra, eliminating any movement between the bones. The goal of the surgery is to reduce pain and nerve irritation.

Spinal fusion may be recommended for conditions such as spondylolisthesis, degenerative disc disease or recurrent disc herniations.

The hospital : Friday

We were supposed to be there at 5:30 a.m. ,with surgery scheduled for 7:30. They took me back to pre-op and I did not know if I would see my husband agin until after surgery or not. they did let him come back there after a while.

they took me to a room ,had me strip and put on a gown and some hideous white thigh high Ted hose .the elastic on top did not even fit my legs. Then a pair of grippy socks .They weighed me, drew blood, started an I.v. Had me sign a ton of papers . Then I laid around waiting. My spouse was allowed to come back at this time. Then I waited some more,for my doctor . They would have given me the medicine that makes ya tired at this point ,but I needed to clarify with my dr. That they were indeed going thru my back and not my abdomen. I was confused because my procedure was listed as TLIF and not PLIF. Apparently ,both terms mean "thru the back" so after that was cleared up ,they put something in my I.v. ,and that was the last thing I remembered until I was being transferred from a gurney to the regular bed, in my room.

I woke up during that transfer and trust me when I say , I was in absolute agony! I was gratefully surprised to find myself still alive and then I was shown my morphine pump and memory was gone after that until the next morning.

they woke me up several times doing vitals and such ,but I didn't really wake up except to push the pain pump. The breakfast guy woke me up with a tray of scrambled eggs and some dry toast. I could not even look at food. I did ask for some coffee.

Saturday:
Pretty much laid there all day drifting in and out of sleep. The pain would become bearable until I'd have to change positions. I think the first couple times the nurses had to literally scoot me up and turn me. The nausea was in full force , I was brought lunch and dinner, could not eat any of it. Had diet cokes and water. Hubby came by for a little bit. The nurses kept giving me various forms of laxatives. Pills, liquids, more I.v fluids. They took my vitals incessantly. My bp was super low ,like 80 over 40 ,temp was high. So they did not remove my I.v. Oxygen or catheter. I was pretty depressed and weepy.i was wishing that my spouse had sent me some flowers.

Sunday :
was pretty much a repeat.tried to watch t.v. But my eyes were all blurry. Could not bear to do anything really . Vomited a few time, had my vitals taken and was gotten up to walk down the hall. Walking was ok, except for the dizzy ,nauseous feeling. They wanted to wean me off the pain pump but the nurse was too busy to deal with me ,so she said "oh,you don't want to try that while you're so nauseated, do you? "
Uh, whatever. I wanted that oxygen out of my dried out ,bloody nose. I wanted the painful ,giant I.v. needle out of my arm and the catheter out!
they finally came a gave me a new I.v ,with a smaller needle. And took the catheter out. I was relieved that I was able to pee and wipe off my dirty cootch. the pt guy also came by and showed me how walk up some stairs (as I would need to walk up 34 of them to get into my house)

Monday:
First thing in the morning, they brought me breakfast ,I could not even look at it. I asked for 2 cups of coffee from my CNA. I was finally off the oxygen.and scheduled to go home that day.they still had to order my walker and elevated toilet seat. I got up and washed my face ,brushed my teeth and found the clothes I had worn to the hospital,dressed myself and waited . my hubby showed up ,all in a big hurry and rushed everyone to do whatever they had to do ,to speed up and let me out of there.

they brought me down to the car in a wheelchair . the ride home was pretty painful .getting from the car up to the house was not as bad as I had anticipated. naturally, went right to bed when I got home. hubby had to go out for some business thing and returned at almost 10 p.m.

Some things no one told me :

You will be extremely itchy! Not sure if it's the anesthesia or what .I was scratching my arms ,face,chest for a week. Bring some anti itch lotion with you to hospital.

just because you are ok'd for a regular diet ,does not mean you'll be able to eat it. my throat was so dry ,I could barely swallow food. I was nauseous as hell and herb filled food ,only made it worse. ASK ahead of time for a soft ,Bland diet. They served me food like roast chicken and rice, herb quiche, and beef tips. Needless to say, I did not eat for 3 days.Even after I was home ,I could still only stomach things like oatmeal, scrambled eggs and toast.

my vital signs were extremely low and I also got a fever and vomiting.
due to any one or ALL of these ,I was kept on an I.v. ,oxygen and a catheter.

No one told me that the oxygen will totally dry out your nostrils and sinuses. hello Bloody nose! They hooked up a humidifier , but by then the damage was done. ASK for one immediately if they keep you on the oxygen.

I think they left the catheter in because it would have been too much trouble for them to have to get me up to pee, with my tangle of tubes as they kept pumping me full of more and more fluid.

Not sure what the cause was, but my eyesight worsened. I could barely even see the TV.

The nurses are too busy to bother with you. They will be there, constantly taking your vital signs and giving you meds ect... Other than that ,you're pretty much on your own.

Stuff I brought and never used :

Robe ..I had a huge tangle of tubes most of the time and never used the robe

Slippers…every time someone came and made me get up , they slapped those blue hospital socks on me OR they were STILL on from a previous time.

Clothes…I was admitted for Surgery on Friday. Discharged Monday. During the entire time not ONCE did any one help me to clean up OR change clothes. Wore the same gown the entire time and before I left ,all my clothes were in the closet ,behind a heavy chair . I dressed myself in the same clothes I wore on arrival day. and had hubby put clean socks on me ,and my shoes when he got there.

Stuff I brought and did use :

Brought my phone and iPad. Was not really ever in a pain free enough position to use the iPad. I did use the phone to check my email .Also LEFT my ef'n charger at the hospital.Could not reach the room phone OR the outlet to use the charger .

My own toothbrush and tooth paste. Remember to use this while they have you up ,otherwise …you will not be brushing your teeth.

Hair elastic : I did use this to wad my hair up out of my eyes., sort of a hideous unicorn ponytail right up front.

I brought a comb , but having my hair stay combed while sweating, thrashing around in agony and sleeping was a ludicrous idea.

Some comfortable underwear. I had these on the second they removed my catheter.

I brought makeup …Bwa ha ha ha !!! Trust me , just leave that shit at home. Yesterday was day 8 , I finally put on some mascara.

Sunday, May 3, 2015

I had to get a litter robot out of the garage and set it up. I was all proud of myself and then realized I forgot to put a bag in the waste drawer. ugh! Then find out we have no bags.The litter robot sounded like a dinosaur when it was running. Sprayed it with wd 40. hope it helps.

The front and back patios are covered in pollen. I had to drag a giant ladder all over the garage to pull down the attic stairs ,I go up in the attic and turn on the water valves.So the outside hose will work. And what happens? that's right ,those f'n pipes are burst AGAIN ! Water immediately starts flooding the attic.
(insert scream here)

I can not move the big green egg out of here by myself ,so it is sitting in my kitchen.

isn't it lovely?

Last summer ,my neighbor Nosey mentioned to me that she was going to be selling her 4 poster bed.Well I said "ooh! I want it!" Because our bedroom set originally came with a queen bed. We bought a king, but they no longer made the headboard. So for years I have just had the old queen headboard ,propped there with my king bed. So, naturally, Nosey buys her new bed right as I get home. Her husband and I had to move that heavy bed over to my house by ourselves. It was no easy task. let me tell you.I do LOVE my new bed!

Now, if only I could remember where my real bedding is...

And last but not least , my poor boy O'Reilly had his vet appointment. They had me leave him there , while they pinned him down and shaved his neck to draw blood .and they did an x ray of his abdomen. The results...bad news. He has a huge tumor taking up half of his abdomen . His weight is down to 8.5 pounds. He normally weighs 12.
I asked the vet what the options are. A. we do nothing and he would probably last a few months . or B. depending on the blood work ,they could do a laperotomy (exploratory surgery ) and see if it's possible to remove it.Well ,of course both of those options had me bawling my head off.
In the mean time ,he gave me some special food to hopefully keep him from starving to death right now.

So the vet got the blood work back yesterday and said ,his organs all looked good .so that tells him the tumor is probably in his intestines or his spleen. Which is sort of good news. Because they can remove a spleen or part of the intestines . So, looks like Booger is going to be going thru some major surgery. Say big prayers please.Ugh. my poor baby.
There goes everyone's birthday money :)

AND my fat pants are tight.

So, that dear peeps is why it seems like I am ignoring you.I have not even had a chance to call my kids yet.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Hubby helped us check in at London Heathrow. .I had 2 big suitcases, 2 cat cages with cats, 1 backpack and one giant purse. They took the suitcases and then told me to bring the cats back at 8:00 .

Hubby had to leave us there ,he is on his way out of town to work.

So, I took the cats over to where I was supposed to meet the guy
at 8 o clock . He said " follow me." He then led me down into the
bowels of the airport .You know ,amidst boilers, pipes, and equipment.

He
wanted me to take BOTH cats out of their carriers and hold them ,while
he went somewhere with the crates to run them thru an X-ray scanner.

keep in mind, the guy barely spoke English. I understood about half of what he said.

I
told him ,it's impossible for me to do that. I have to do one cat at a
time. He said "once he went inside this room ,he could not come out, so I
would have to take the crate and put it on the scanner myself."

I think.

So,
I take Cavuto out and hold him, he was squirming and freaking out. Cat
hair flying all over me. The guy takes the crate and disappears for
about 10 minutes. Cavuto is too big and squirmy for me to handle, so I
manage to pin him on top of my purse with one hand ,while I dug his
harness out of the back pack with the other hand. by this time Cavuto
was so freaked out and scared he was shivering. The guy comes back with
his cage .and tells me to leave him there now,and do the other cat. of
course both cats fought me tooth and nail trying to get them OUT of the
cages.

This time ,I know to start with
the harness on o Reilly. The guy tells me " set the cat on the ground
and YOU have to go take the crate and put it on the scanner.

This is just some unmanned conveyor belt down in the basement ,with all the industrial stuff.

I
set o Reilly down and the guy is trying to hold his leash , but he's so
skinny ,the harness is just hanging on him. I tell the guy "he will
back right out of that." So he gives me the cage and shuts the door.

I
go down the corridor put the cage on the scanner and rush back to the
cats. Another guy finally brings o Reilly's crate back . Now both cats
are Safely IN their crates ,when another guy shows up (also with
negligible English) and says to take Cavuto out and do the whole thing
all over again.

guy ONE, and I finally convince Him that Cavuto AND his cage have already been done.

I make them wait while I put zip ties on the cage doors and then they wheel my babies away ,into that horrible scary place.

I
am completely covered in cat hair, including my face and the inside of
my eyes and nose. also , of course I am wearing black clothes.

remember
for security or some reason, the guy who brought me down there, now can
not exit. So he just
leaves ME on my own ,to find my way out of there.

By the time I get upstairs and to security it's already 8:37. I go through security and they're practically strip searching Everyone AND their luggage. Including mine. So that takes forever for me to be on my way.

by
the time I get to the screen that tells me which gate to go to, my
flight is already boarding. and yep, it is at gate 42....... The very
furthest gate in the entire airport.

I was one of the last people to get on the plane.

As
soon as I got in my seat I flagged down a stewardess and said "can you
please check and make sure my cats are on the plane. " I had to wait a
while before SHE got a call back , but she came over and said " don't
worry honey ,I got babies too. " so she came by and gave me a thumbs up
as soon as she got the word.

Luckily there is an empty seat to my left. Woo hoo!

I
forgot my plane socks in the backpack , now my real socks have to keep
walking thru the urine soaked hell hole. GAH! Well, I guess I am going
to try and take a nap. I had like 2 hours of sleep.

Hope the babies are calmed down and sleeping. .....

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There was an empty seat next to me . A rare treat!

The flight was like 9 and a half hours. UGH! so miserably uncomfortable.The flight actually landed about 30 minuts early. So my friend Eva had not even gotten there yet. I had to go thru customs ,about 3 different lines ,to clear myself and the cats. By the time I got to baggage claim ,the cats were already dumped there on the floor ,in their crates . Cavuto was screaming his head off and O'reilly had himself burrowed under his blankets .Every time he does that, it scares the crap out of me because I think he is dead.

They were both fine in spite of their horrible ordeal.

After being awake for about 30 hours ,we finally got dropped off at home around 9 p.m.
The cats remembered their home and were thrilled ! I immediately got reacquainted with my bed and slept until 6:30 this morning. AH!! boy did I need that.

The tags on my truck are expired ,the new stickers should be in my mailbox ,but I must wait for my neighbor G5 to wake up so I can get the mail key.

Let me know when you are up please G5!

There is absolutely nothing to eat in this house. I did find some coffee ,which I had to drink black . But better than nothing .

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

It's 4:30 A.M. here in the U.K. ,thanks jet lag! I just got back from my 3 week trip to the states. Chicago and Jacksonville.to be exact.

How was my trip ,you ask?

Let's recap ,shall we.

My flight out to Chicago was uneventful. always a good thing. When I arrived in Chi town,Logan picked me up with Hayden and Mason ,both kids were sleeping .The weather was colder than I ever remember it being.

I had quit smoking on Jan 20th ,so this was less than a month later. My brand new, huge down coat that I got for Christmas, barely fit on my fat self.

I was still in my fat ,jet lagged haze when it was time for the new baby to be born. I felt really overwhelmed at the thought of being home alone with these two monkeys ,for 2 or 3 days.

I talked to my aunt Mary Lou one night while the monkeys were in the tub .Little did I know that my piece of crap disposable cell phone was eating up 15 dollars for a 10 minute phone call. I had big plans to sit on the phone and catch up with all my peeps. This was NOT to be. My sons no longer had house phones either. All of you who think I ignored the call we were supposed to have , sorry . I had no idea i would be phone- less.

I digress, oops. The big day arrived and luckily my co- mother in law ,was off work for the day .So she was there to help with the grand babies at the hospital .We took the two kids down to the cafeteria to get breakfast but they were closed for a couple hours.So we had the brilliant plan of giving the kids some snacks from the vending machine. Many mini donuts later ,those kids were so hyped up I thought they were gonna fly right out of the hospital.

We were finally brought in to see the new addition. Isaac Scott Thomas .He is absolutely adorable :)

Miss Hayden had a few terrible moments at the hospital . While mom was pregnant she was convinced that SHE also had a baby in her tummy .When hers turned out to be a doll , she was pretty devastated. She was also sad that mom was sick (from the meds) and she did not want to leave her.

Rough day for my poor girl.

Did I mention that the temp outside was 8 below ZERO!This made it ultra fun ,letting the dogs in and out.

Well the kids and I managed (barely) to make it on our own for a few days .

We all slept in the living room because by the time the miracle of sleep came , there was no way this Kee Kee could carry any kids up the stairs .

Lots of people came to see Mom and Isaac at the hospital. Sweet really, especially since shortly after arriving home ,Hayden and Mason both came down with a lovely stomach virus, complete with diarrhea and vomiting.

Im sick

Then Kee Kee developed a sore throat. Next thing ya know poor mom and Isaac had to quarantine themselves away from the rest of us and stay upstairs.

Needless to say , we didn't really go any where except the grocery store during my entire stay .

The kids were still sick when I left for the next leg of my trip. Off to Jacksonville.

Shortly after arriving in Jax ,I became sick as a dog. I tried to keep my germs to myself and thought "oh I'll rest a couple days ,talk on the phone and chill." It was then that my son informed me he no longer had a home phone and then, I totally lost my voice.

Lovely.

We did manage to do a few things in spite of me being ill. Thank you Dayquil.

I didn't get to hang out with Conrad as much as I had wanted . I hope no one has gotten sick.

We went to a really cool restaurant called Clarks fish camp.

They had TONS of taxidermy animals.Awesome place!

I went to the beach ,with my daughter in laws step mom .Thanks Roxanne! Did I mention ,it was 85 degrees that day? !

And I went with my son Ian ,to see a play where he works. The play was "Butterflies are free"

Its a dinner theatre ,pretty cool .As you can see the play was starring Blair, from Facts of life. And her cute daughter.

Next thing ya know it was time to head back to the UK. My flight was over booked (meaning jam packed) .I got zero sleep .Hubby picked me up at 7:30 the next day .All I could think about was "get me to my bed, must sleep before I die."

So, we are about 20 minutes from home and all of a sudden we hear this hideous noise. He pulls the car off into some farmers driveway.

Oh , joy ,we have a flat tire. I lounge in my seat while he attempts to change the tire. After about half an hour ,I think he is done.I open the door and he says "there's no place to put this stupid jack. "

WTH? I get out and pace around for a minute and notice that the front tire is ALSO flat.

Now were really screwed. 2 flats. On a Sunday. Oh crap . So we wind up calling a taxi ,who takes me home. Hubby has to stay and wait for the tow truck. They tow the car to a garage and then we have to buy 2 new tires. This is why we can't have nice things. lol

So that was my fabulous trip.

Hubby left today for work and now it will probably take me the rest of the week to feel normal again.

I miss everyone already :(

P.s. All the people I never got to call , you may now call me on the Arkansas phone ,it should ring here in the UK :)